kinda like barfed. i feel free since the mail went out on wednesday… i am very much anticipating the responses and the “non-reactions” to the endeavor.

i finally uploaded the rest of the digital pictures from the PA escapades. i found it really strange that there weren’t any pictures of lou/adrienne/julian… but we took 10 pictures of their very fat cat. see where our minds are?

in pittsburgh (which was originally called pittsburrow) they have lifts from the top of the hill communities to the downtown and pier area. we rode the Duquesne incline from the top to the bottom and back. this is very much replicated from what a coal mine might use to go in and out of the mines. in this link here is a good picture of the inclne. the black “shadow” under it is the next building and the incline actually stays at an angle to the rails as shown in the pictures. this is one view looking back from the lift

this next picture was taken from the platform at the bottom of the lift that would take us to a bus downtown. when i took the picture i hated the camera for not capturing what i actually saw. frustrating digital things, i’d say. but now that i have it on my computer i might say that this picture better represents the view and may be one of the best digital pictures that i have ever taken. i love the sparse spots of color

the last three pictures are when we went to the andy warhol musem. so, i am making sure that you know that the pistol, the silver pillows, and edie sedgewick’s note is all from the andy warhol museum.

here is the pistol. i used to like pistols. i moved on to more sophisticated weapons.

here is pajammas in the silver pillow room. oh my god was this amazing. only for the fact that reading andy warhol’s “philosophy of…” in high school saved me. it created a alter-reality where there were no nazi boys that wanted to say they fucked a jew and there was… decadence and art. there were cryptic conversations that really weren’t cryptic at all… and just about getting pills and looking good. i loved it. we were a’s. and a’s always needed some b’s.

and lastly, the tragic edie. a star in the factory and here note to a. when he was in the hospital from the crazy gunshot wound burrowed by salinas and her s.c.u.m. manifesto. being in pa (pittsburgh) made me a lot more aware of what drove one of the first artists to really move me. and i tied in what it was that made me so assciative of it. we share rust, and forests, and decay. detachment in the city and magic in the hills (dunes for me and ridgelines for him?)

it is a shame that we didn’t document the eleven pm sled rides, the origami fiasco, the most amazing butternut squash soup i have ever had, the friends we stayed with/that we got closer to, the grandad, the baby that cuddled with us during his movies, or when he experienced “defrosting” for maybe the first time ever. i wish there was more that i could give our gracious hosts, it was more like a retreat because of their extensions than a vacation. it really is a shame that we are currently in indiana, otherwise we would be able to extend our hosting capabilities more often.

okay, it is nice out and i have to ride the bike. start on more art etc….

dear serrano and mapplethorpe,

fuck you. actually, it isn’t really their fault that we lost nea funding slowly increasing in the loss of billions of dollars. they were the duchamps of the 80’s and 90’s, but using s&m photos and crucifixes in piss (high fives!). it is a very subjective opinion that i have regarding funding to individual artists, clearly. maybe i am more concerned now versus before because i could really use that money. and we have to “build a trust with the government… and not cross boundaries.”? art is an organism that tends to do that sometimes. i certainly accept the flaws of the government as an orgainism… we really have no choice, why can’t they accept the flaws of the organism of art?

rust is freaking everywhere here in PA. it may be why i love it most. we are staying at rocky and jamie’s in pittsburgh along with this adorable babycakes: miss maya pants:

in german her name may be ‘der kuten pantsen’

we went to ohio pyle to hike. it was still surprisingly icy BUT we made it to the waterfall. and pajamma pants took some pree-tty great rusted pictars.

i was loving it. there were also some spots where people must have dipped their fingers in the oxide pool and pressed thier hands on the cave walls. brings back memories of the good old neanderthal days. we took most of our pictures with 35 mm and polaroids, so when we get home i will upload more pictures.

also, based on this next photograph it may explain why even when we are closer to a coast we are placed in just as if not more compromising situations based on our “hair” than in indiana (reddest state ever). look at this picture reeeal hard.

i have been having a really great time. it is not yet relaxing. i keep working on things that have to do with art or my various extra cirricular activities. which is not a bad thing if you love it. i am playing with origami, making some woodcuts, and generally absorbing information. i am constantly working on this mail art project. i would like to have things mailed out by the end of next week. i hope that i can put all the efforts into it that i am anticipating.

this spring/summer i want to build an owl-house. make mosaics for the kitchen (then paint etc). ugh, just starting this list makes me want to get off the computer and finish it.

by the by, this myspace endeavor isn’t for networking. what is behind the scenes that “you” cannot see is that i have befriended over 45 micahs so far. next i will “add” annas. i think it is interesting, this idea of inviting all the micahs. lately people have expressed (i , included) the guilt that has been bestowed upon them because of his suicide. i find that to be selfish. everytime i think of if i could have done something different, i find that i resolve the thought with reminders of all the people that he was loved by or who he loved. we all know micah. different shades of micah. fuck, if i was yves klein i would name a color after him like he did.

i can’t wait to go to the warhol museum tomorrow. the botanical gardens were fucking amazing. (again, more pictures to come)
also, next up on the trip: the alleged GRANDPA, the alleged lou and co., the alleged NYC.

we have to go to bed. i miss you.

♥

caves. verb and noun.

but i am back as whoknowsmicah@hotmail.com

i said some things that needed to be said on there.